Amelia Adams
A Stroke In the Family
It was a great day, or what I like to call a lucky day. It’s so strange how a fantastic day can turn into a nightmare in a flash.
I was not a popular person in Wilson Elementary School, so having someone stay with me the whole day was a miracle. Lucky me, that’s what happened on this lucky day.
“Amelia.” All of a sudden a voice entered my day dreaming head. “Amelia!” I sat there trying to figure out what was going on. Then I understood it was my teacher, Mrs. Epstein. “Amelia, your Dad is here,” she told me with a bit of irritation in her voice. I stood up wondering where and why I was going. My whole class watched as I walked out towards my Dad. Did I have an orthodontist appointment? I wondered. At that moment I was standing in the hall, watching as my little brother Curler looked around nervously. “Why,” I asked my self. “Why would Cuyler come to my orthodontist appointment?” Something was wrong, I thought as shook with fear. Worry was creeping around me, making me want to fall into a deep sleep and forget my own existence. Every time it poked me in the back I felt an ice cold chill. When would it go away?
Mrs. Epstein stepped into the hallway and waked towards Dad. I was collecting my stuff when I over heard my Dad talking to Mrs. Epstein. ”What’s going on?” she asked. ”Amelia an Cuyler’s Mom has had a stroke,” my Dad answered. I stood there trying to take in what I had just heard. I was scared really scared; I’d seen commercials about stroke. I new it was Bad
Later I would learn that a stroke is when a clot blocks the blood flow to the brain or heart. Then, boom, the blood vessel explodes. It’s a bad sickness. At that moment sad and afraid entered my head. They don’t go any where without each other, so now they were both interrogating me, I was their victim.
After four months of transient living, my family reunited. The changes were dramatic. My Mom was bald, holidays were spent in hospitals, and I took on a role that no third grader should have. I had to deal with it. My Mom needed help and I was the one to help her. This was my new responsibility; my Moms stroke would follow me for the rest of my life
Amelia,
ReplyDeleteYour description of that moment when you didn't know what was going on was powerful, Amelia. "Worry was creeping around me..." creates a very strong picture in my mind about how that day must have seemed so out of your own control. I agree that no 3rd grader should have to deal with these kinds of things. You're a strong young girl, Amelia. Keep writing!
Ms. Swiggum
oh my gosh this is a very powerful matter to write about , you are a strong writer , and when i heard about your mom i knew it was bad to =)
ReplyDelete~kinzel
*Your personification of fear was so true! When you are worrying all you want to do is sleep or cry! Worry is cold. :(
ReplyDelete*I have a connection to both my grandma AND grandpa. They both have cancer. I really hope your mom is O.K.
*You had incredible character's response and character's thoughts and feelings. They fit in so well.
Anna B.
Amelia that was such a sad story. I really liked how who described worry and how you told how having your mom get a stroke changed your life, it made me want to cry!
ReplyDeleteI have a connection to when my mom got cancer, I felt the same kind of worry.
When my mom got cancer it also changed my life-Paul Gudemann
Amelia!
ReplyDeleteI really thought your story was a great piece of writing! And it was very sad!!! I could visulyze how you were feeling, but i don't know if i could handlethat!It was very clever how you said that your teachers voice entered your daydreamming head! I also feel like I was there watching and I too felt suspence like you did in your writing!
Taylor